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Topic: Leviathan pt1: the pessimist (Read 717 times)

We shuffle listlessly from the sofa to the doorNobody talks about desire anymoreJust keep your head down and stay between the linesAnybody asks you tell them "everything's fine"

The human spirit suffocates in a corporate tombThe will to live supplanted by the need to consumeDissent is ring-fenced with meticulous efficiencyAn insect crushed beneath the hellish weight of this machinery

In a world where clarity is both a blessing and a curseProgressively each revelation simply makes it worseDig beneath the surface and you end up in a holeSooner or later we all miss the surrender of control

We tell ourselves that's just the old addiction trying to drag us backand all the while seek targets and a foolproof plan for the attackClandestine meetings with like minds in the shadows of the fringewhere battle lines are decided on and a strategy bound to win

And how long do we amuse ourselves, distracted from our fate?by our insubordination and our petty little hate?And whatever we accomplish the machine will profit bestThey'll hang our heads on bloody spikes as a warning to the rest

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